The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 50

Xiao Lin’s icy, bone-chilling words, “Whoever lays a hand on him, lays a hand on me,” detonated like a thunderclap, echoing through the resplendent, golden banquet hall.

The entire world fell silent.

Only the crown prince’s face remained, twisted through shades of red to blue to white, and behind him, his subordinates trembled so violently that their calves shook.

Xiao Lin didn’t bother casting a single extra glance at him.

The storm that had just surged in his dark-golden eyes suddenly calmed when they turned toward Ning Ning, transforming into a deep, endless night that shone only for him.

His tall figure was like an impenetrable wall, firmly shielding Ning Ning from all malice and prying eyes.

He reached out, his fingertips roughened from being a soldier, movements clumsy yet astonishingly gentle, brushing against Ning Ning’s chilled cheek from fright.

The coarse texture combined with extreme tenderness, creating a strange contrast that made the heart tingle involuntarily.

A gesture so simple, yet it conveyed a clear declaration: This is mine.

“Don’t be afraid.”

The man lowered his head; his high nose nearly touched Ning Ning’s soft silver hair. His low, husky voice carried a reassuring scent of gunpowder, audible only to him.

Ning Ning’s eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

Still reeling from the earlier shock, he was enveloped in a haze of overwhelming security, his mind blank.

“Waaah… Boss-boy literature may be cheesy, but it really works… I feel so safe…”

He had just silently awarded Xiao Lin a “Good Person” card in his heart when suddenly, a familiar, cheerful voice chimed in his mind:

“Ding! Random task triggered: Arrogantly knock over the wine glass offered by the crown prince. Task reward: +500 points. Failure penalty: Experience early-stage sentinel berserk sensory pain for 10 seconds.”

Ning Ning: “…”

His head shot up, his beautiful purple eyes filled with shock, pupils trembling violently.

No way…

He looked at the crown prince’s face, which looked like a painter’s palette, then down at his own delicate wrist peeking from the sleeve of his luxurious outfit, and felt unprecedented panic.

Knock over… a wine glass? Arrogantly?

What kind of international joke is this?!

For someone like him—a corporate drone who stutters even when asking for a raise—now to provocatively challenge a narrow-minded prince in front of the empire’s elite?

“System! System brother! My dear system! Can I use points to skip this task? I’m scared to death!”

“Host, this system exists to help you better play the role of a ‘malicious cannon fodder’ and improve your professional skills~ Seize this precious practical opportunity. Believe in yourself; you’re the best!”

The encouraging yet cold voice of System 89 blocked all escape routes.

The failure penalty was the sentinel’s sensory pain… Just imagining those senses amplified to infinity, ears ringing, skin pricked like needles, made Ning Ning’s scalp tingle.

All eyes in the hall still fixated on him like searchlights.

The crown prince, having just been publicly humiliated by Xiao Lin, couldn’t save face. He glared at Ning Ning with an almost murderous resentment, as if Ning Ning were the culprit behind his disgrace.

No choice.

Ning Ning took a deep breath, steeling himself.

It’s just arrogance, right? He… he can fake it! He’d seen it on TV!

He tried to recall how arrogant, domineering, villainous characters acted in dramas:

Right, tilt the chin, look down the nose, eyes three parts icy disdain, three parts mockery, four parts nonchalance!

So Ning Ning lifted his exquisitely sculpted chin, trying to form a cold, contemptuous expression.

Yet his naturally innocent, glistening purple eyes, and skin glowing like milk under the lights, betrayed him. From nerves, the corners of his eyes reddened slightly.

His painstakingly “arrogant” expression didn’t intimidate anyone; instead, it made him look like a little rabbit trying to puff itself up in defiance—yet only more adorable, more squeezable.

That fragile yet stubborn aura made hearts ache.

On the other side of the hall, Gu Qingfeng, always wearing a gentle smile, slightly paused with the wine glass in hand. Seeing Ning Ning’s awkward attempt at looking fierce, his smile deepened with indulgent amusement.

So cute… so cute he wanted to hide him, keep him just for himself.

Xiao Lin, who had just dominated the hall with his aura, slightly frowned.

He didn’t understand why Ning Ning suddenly looked so… pitiful and strange. Was he frightened, holding himself up this way?

The thought made the commander’s heart ache.

The crown prince didn’t have their perceptiveness.

He only saw Ning Ning’s posture as another form of insult, a silent provocation!

His fury reignited. He extended the wine glass, sharply urging, “What? Ning Ning, are you too stingy to grant even this small courtesy?”

Now!

Ning Ning braced himself, closed his eyes—he’d go all out!

To die, then die!

He suddenly stretched out his arm, tensing every muscle, exerting all his strength toward the glass of crimson wine.

Expectedly, the crisp, shattering sound of the glass never came.

Instead, Ning Ning let out a stifled, tiny gasp of fright and pain.

He was too nervous, and having suffered previous spiritual damage, his frail body couldn’t handle it. His entire upper body lost control, his footing wobbled, and he completely lost balance.

His hand swung through empty air, missing the glass entirely.

Due to inertia, he fell straight forward—toward the crown prince and the metallic-embellished ceremonial outfit he wore, inevitably colliding!

“Ah!”

A collective gasp of the crowd!

It’s over!

Ning Ning shut his eyes in despair. This wasn’t a stunt anymore; he was truly going to die! Bones would surely break on impact!

In a flash, a tall figure dashed forward like a phantom, carrying a faint, elegant scent.

Gu Qingfeng stepped precisely forward. Before Ning Ning’s uncontrolled fall reached the astonished and disgusted crown prince, he reached out, moving gracefully yet decisively, scooping the frail body safely into his arms.

Soft fabric met warm skin.

The anticipated pain never arrived. Instead, he felt a solid, slightly cool chest beneath him.

Shaken, Ning Ning was snugly pressed into Gu Qingfeng’s embrace, scented with crisp pine. He could even clearly hear the steady, strong heartbeat in contrast with his own frantic pulse.

Instinctively, he gripped the other’s clothing, calming for several seconds before timidly lifting his eyelids.

All eyes in the hall witnessed this scene:

The so-called “Moon God” youth, having been humiliated by the arrogant crown prince, seemed to attempt resistance, yet in panic, collapsed into the arms of the gentle second prince.

And the second prince embraced him flawlessly, exuding protectiveness and warmth, his expression filled with tenderness and concern.

This was no accident.

It was a classic “bully harasses, hero saves beauty, beauty willingly yields” scenario!

Gu Qingfeng looked down at the little one in his arms.

Those deer-like, wet purple eyes still carried traces of confusion and moisture, stirring his deepest obsessive desire, almost breaking his rational restraint.

He gently stroked the back of Ning Ning’s warm neck with his fingertips, soothing the slight tremble, his voice tender enough to drip water, yet clear to the entire hall:

“Don’t be afraid. With me here, no one can force you to do anything.”

No sooner had he spoken—

Boom!

A pressure more chilling and massive than Xiao Lin’s, filled with raw possessiveness, crashed like a tsunami!

This was no longer a soldier’s aura—it was a top-tier Alpha sentinel’s absolute, unchallengeable territorial declaration!

Xiao Lin stood frozen, dark-golden eyes like molten lava.

His gaze fixed on the embraced scene, seeing Ning Ning clutching Gu Qingfeng’s clothing in fear…

The surrounding air seemed to warp and freeze.

Step by step, he advanced toward them.

Each step felt like pressing on everyone’s hearts.

The hall’s temperature plummeted to freezing.

Gu Qingfeng’s gentle smile remained, even slightly challenging, tightening his hold on Ning Ning. He lifted his eyes to meet Xiao Lin’s, whose gaze almost spewed flames.

Xiao Lin reached them, his towering shadow enveloping the pair.

Without a word, he grasped Gu Qingfeng’s wrist that held Ning Ning, with unyielding force.

The icy, calloused fingers met the warm, gloved wrist.

Electricity seemed to spark in the air.

The entire banquet hall descended into the stillest, most tense eye of a coming storm.

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